Ceylon, a young man from a small town who has returned from his studies, has two troubles. One is what he wants to accomplish as soon as possible, and the other is what he has to do in order to survive.
What he wanted to do as quickly as possible was about Ceylon's ideals, and he wrote a book that no one cared about. In order to enable the book to be published as soon as possible, he had to embark on the road of self-funding. Conscious of his ambitions, he sought out the mayor, the factory director and a well-known writer, but no one was willing to pay for his ideals. The teacher's father, who not only gambled badly but also was heavily in debt, couldn't possibly help him. Desperate, Ceylon secretly sold his father's dog, and his book was finally published.
The things he had to do were related to the survival of Ceylon. After graduating from university, he must solve his work problems as soon as possible. There are only a few occupations for him to choose from, either to be a teacher, to be a policeman, or to serve in the army. However, the process of the teacher's examination was not smooth, and Ceylon's desire to be a teacher failed, and he had to go to the army to serve. After retiring from the army, Ceylon returned to his hometown again, and the issue of employment was once again in front of his eyes.
Some of the books published in Ceylon were sold in bookstores, and some were stacked at home, except for the few books that were given to family members. After retiring, Ceylon deliberately went to the bookstore and found that his book had been removed from the shelves because no one bought it. The books at home were also damp, and my mother and sister couldn't finish reading his books at all. Ceylon prides itself on being talented, but outsiders have no appreciation for it.
After his father retired, he moved to the country to live. Frustrated, Ceylon went to his father's house and found that the newspaper that published the news of his book had been treasured by his father. This father, who had been despised by him for a long time, had already read all his books, and some paragraphs in the book had been read more than once. For some of the views in his book, my father also deeply agreed. It was only then that Ceylon finally realized that the person who understood him the most had always been his father, and the path he walked now was actually his father had already walked.
The down-and-out father also came here when he was young. At that time, his father was also fierce and poetic. Perhaps it is the daily triviality and helplessness that slowly smoothes the ideal, and the soul who has lost the ideal can only crawl in the quagmire of reality.
My father dug a well in the country. Grandpa and Ceylon have both helped their father to drill this well, but they have not hit the well water for decades. The old father has now given up digging the well, but Ceylon silently picked up his father's pick at the bottom of the well. After returning, Ceylon chose to follow in his father's footsteps.
Ideal and reality, like a kite and a kite-flying hand, must be connected by a thread. A kite always wants to fly high and far, but no matter how high or far a kite flies off the line, the result of waiting for it will eventually fall to the world.
In life, you and I are both kite flyers. Some people's kites have been discarded, some people's kites have broken strings, and some people's kites are soaring and retractable. Where's your kite?
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